inside the heart's vault

inside the heart's vault


there are imprints on the white
a poet's signature
in snowy times

blissful blizzard of words
uncompromising utopia
in a wearisome winter's tale

something to sled us through
the harsh biting winds
to a safe deposit box

filled with soft sentiments
to assuage the acrimonious
disharmony falling from a foolish sky.



erin-cilberto
1/5/17

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

Many things fall from a foolish sky. Some blacken the heart, some sear the soul oh so briefly and yet come spring the snow melts, birds sing and all is right with the world. Or so I've heard. Good one, j.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insights, Ted,

j.

[V]

Winter seems to have been an inspiration for you. One cannot deny the iciness of your words yet mingled with a feel of comfort. The title is awesome. Another really good one. (Bit I'll always say that)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are kind, thank you.

j.

[h d e rushin]

I am reminded of Dickinson's "I cannot live with You" love poem of how she tried to explain away life's obscurity (her own obscurity) by the conundrum of the hearts fits and tides:

"because you saturated sight
and i had no more eyes
for sordid excellence
as paradise".

She is conflicted by her very own "Heart's Vault", her very own acrimony; her very own disharmony. You write like a man sitting on the highest mountain dear friend. One eye is on how you got there and the other is on how you get back down....beautifully written.....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she is my favorite poet...love the lines you shared, and i thank you for your kind review...if i can at all remind anybody of Emily...i am flattered beyond belief.

thanks dana..

j.

[Lyn Anderson]

Small comforts in times of strife. That is sometimes all we humans have.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, and we must appreciate those very small comforts..when it is all we have to smile upon.

thank you, KL...
j.

[Jimmy Yetts]

A study mostly in white.
Rather lovely creation, Jacob.
Thoroughly enjoyed the read!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Jimmy...appreciate your words...

j.

[The dark story]

Okay, this one was too cryptic for me. I read it over and over again- trying to decipher it. But i found myself lost in the blizzard and finally buried in the snow.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sorry, Atiba...hope you can get unburied...

whatever you see in it...that is what counts...not what i was thinking when i wrote it...poems belong to the readers once the poet lets them go..

thank you for reading...
j.

[The dark story]

*pops my head out from the snow* yes yes,that's what I feel too.Words take birth into a new picture when painted by someone's own thoughts towards them.

[Coyote Poetry]

I have enjoyed your work today. Especially this one.
"blissful blizzard of words
uncompromising utopia
in a wearisome winter's tale"
The above lines left the reader with something to think about. I wanted to know and read more my friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are very kind, Coyote...thank you.

j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

Looking back at older poetry and remembering why you wrote it perhaps? Sometimes I think my older poems are like a diary only I understand. Is love foolish? No, I don't think so. I think it is always worthwhile....then again my rose colored glasses still fit! :) Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for understanding my craziness, Lydi..
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

Only because we share a thread of lunacy, my friend! :)

[Rosalind Gale]

What a lovely synergy. It's very cold out today so I lit a fire, sat down, and began to think about someone I knew once - a long while ago. Then I thought "I shall read some poems!" So, this was lovely, fascinating, spikey, and, in a way, warm and comforting. I wish you much joy in the coming year, Jacob. Take care -
Rosa
-x-

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you so much for your kind review and new year wishes, Rosa...

i wish you the same...

j.

[andrew mitchell]

Somethings close to the heart is sacred and not to be shared. A stunning write Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, andrew.
j.